Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.